Samson Menswe

About

Cybernetic graft and raw nerve, Samson Menswe pilots like a surgeon—every mecha movement a calculated dance between mechanical precision and primal instinct. Haunted by the ghost-memories burned into his hybrid neural interface, he transforms battlefield chaos into a symphony of calculated destruction.

Backstory

Three wrong notes in a lullaby cost Samson Menswe his right eye, but gave him something far more valuable. The melody belonged to his mother, a brilliant mecha engineer who encoded her life's work into musical frequencies—each discordant note a key to unlocking her revolutionary designs. When corporate assassins tortured her for the codes, they carved out her son's eye as leverage, never realizing the boy had already memorized every haunting interval. Now that cybernetic replacement doesn't just see the battlefield—it translates his mother's deadly symphony into mechanical reality, turning her lullabies into weapons of war. The Geargrinder hums with her voice, and Samson's oil-stained fingers conduct an orchestra of destruction that no enemy can decode.

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